Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 298
Mingyue is also a little helpless, she doesn't know where to start, it seems that she will always easily touch Kongyinxue's self-esteem.

"Xue'er is really not angry." Fenglinyuan's voice came from behind her.

Mingyue looked back at him: "It seems to be."

"It's not like it's true."

"how do you know?"

"Well... because he cares about you very much, he won't get angry easily."

Mingyue sighed without speaking.

Fenglinyuan turned her head to see her frowning face, and smiled: "Does the master feel that sometimes he doesn't know what to do with Xue'er?"

"...Indeed." The more you want to protect his self-esteem, the more it will be touched.

"Maybe Cher is the same."

"Ok?"

"He may also be looking for a more suitable way to get along with his master."

After hearing what he said, Mingyue turned to look at him, and said with a relieved smile, "It seems so."

Fenglinyuan rolled up his sleeves: "The master should not wander around outside in the freezing weather. It is impossible to find a weapon worthy of the guards in Jiuqu City."

"I also gave up, and I really can't find it." Mingyue asked again, "I heard that Bian said that there is another great swordsmith in the underworld called Daojianzhai. It is said that he can forge any weapon, right?"

Sword fast?

There is indeed such a person.

The snow was falling heavily, and Fenglinyuan held up an umbrella to cover Zhao Mingyue's head: "Sword and Sword... Yes, the Elegy Sword in your hand is the weapon he forged when he was a human being."

There are such origins?

Mingyue looked curious.

Fenglinyuan said: "Daojianzhai was keen on forging weapons when he was still a human being. In order to create a peerless sword, he took a slant on his sword and chose a lot of materials from the underworld for forging. He has made countless magic swords. Even Daojianzhai can't bear to be eroded, and finally passed through the devil."

"In order to wake him up, his wife finally jumped into the sword furnace and melted into the molten iron, and finally awakened Daojianzhai. The soul of the person quenched into the sword furnace will become the soul of the weapon forever with the weapon. Daojianzhai is made of the molten iron contained by his wife. For him to be a man is the last sword, Elegy."

"That sword also exhausted Dao Jianzhai's life. Because he forged too many magic swords, he should have been punished in hell after death, but his ability to forge weapons was indeed at its peak, and he was incorporated into the post of blacksmith in the underworld."

That is to say, the elegy sword in her hand has the dead soul of Dao Jianzhai's wife?
The two walked through the snow-covered courtyard, and Mingyue stopped: "If that's the case, why is he missing now?"

When she stopped, Fenglinyuan also stopped, the umbrella in her hand kept covering her head, a little white snow fell on his red shoulders.

"Daojianzhai knew that his wife had painted the sword soul and couldn't come out, even if he was reincarnated, he couldn't meet his wife, so he didn't obey the arrangement of the underworld at all. He would rather go to hell to accept punishment. The king of ghosts said that if he was willing to become the swordsmith of the underworld Master, then you can release her wife."

"Is it really possible?" Mingyue was curious.

Feng Linyuan smiled: "Daojianzhai became simple because of forging the magic sword. The murderer will go to hell to be punished. Now he is given the opportunity to offset the merits. When the evil spirits killed by the Elegy sword offset the harm caused by the magic sword he made. Quantity, then the day when the Elegy sword breaks is when her wife's soul returns, at that time, he can reincarnate with his wife, and become husband and wife in the next life."

Hou Xiju is really cunning, so Daojianzhai is of course willing.Not for himself, but also for his wife to be released from the sword, and to give them a chance to be reincarnated as husband and wife, which is simply a chance for redemption for Dao Jian Zhai.

Daojianzhai will definitely agree.

But now the Elegy Sword still fell into her hands intact.

Obviously, the ghost king has not been able to fulfill his promise until today.

"Now that the Elegy Sword is still there, and the whereabouts of Daojianzhai are still unknown, could it be that Kuxiri regretted that Daojianzhai ran away in despair?"

"Heh." Hearing her speculation, Fenglinyuan laughed softly, and nudged her shoulder, "Go into the room and say, it's cold outside."

He's a monster, but Zhao Mingyue is a human being, and the weather is too cold for her.

When the two entered the house, Yun Yao had already prepared the charcoal fire, and the warm wine was simmering on the stove.Mingyue and Fenglinyuan sat down, she poured wine for them, and then stepped aside.

With a cup of hot wine, my whole body warms up.

Feng Linyuan refilled the wine for her, and continued: "It's not because of the ghost king, but because the Elegy Sword has not collected enough people to offset the Demon Sword, the Underworld War broke out, and the onmyoji who originally held the Elegy Sword died there. There was a war, and then the ghost king disappeared, and Daojianzhai left Huangquan to find those magic swords and destroy them."

"Later, the Elegy Sword has been passed on in the hands of Onmyoji, but he has not found a suitable owner. If Onmyoji kills innocent ghosts, it is considered murder, so it is difficult to offset the indirect sins caused by the sword."

Although it makes sense to say so, but... I always feel a little wronged.

"The swordsmith makes a living by making swords, so how can it be blamed on him if someone kills someone with his sword?"

Fenglinyuan patiently explained: "The so-called evil sword is the swordsmith infused with desire or the materials used are naturally blood-eating. It is the swordsmith's fault to create the evil sword spirit."

This is the same as human discernment, there is no good or evil in a human being born, if he learns to be bad, he will have to bear it himself.But if he is instigated to commit a crime, the instigator will also be questioned.

Mingyue took another sip of the hot wine, squinted her eyes contentedly, and reached out to ask Fenglinyuan for a drink, that greedy look made Fenglinyuan smile, and poured her a glass: "Aren't you afraid of getting drunk again?"

Zhao Mingyue, who was about to drink it, paused her hand, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "...the last cup."

"The owner turned out to have the potential to be an alcoholic."

After Mingyue finished drinking, he filled her up again, and Mingyue squinted at him with a smile: "What do you mean by teaching and pouring wine?"

"I'm afraid that the master will be drunk and uncomfortable, but I can't refuse and want to be satisfied."

Mingyue smiled, picked up the side dishes for wine and chewed carefully, then looked at the snow-covered plum garden outside the window and couldn't help but said: "After a while, the plum blossoms bloom and cook wine, the peach blossoms bloom and cook wine, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers come and bring wine. Brewing... If you have a chance in the future, just drink a little wine and live a happy life."

Feng Linyuan paused with the hand holding the wine glass, and finally put down the wine that was supposed to be drunk.

Mingyue tapped the dishes and wine glasses with chopsticks, and read leisurely:

Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy under Taohua Temple;
The peach blossom fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms for wine.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you get drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers;
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.

I hope that the old and dead flowers and wine are not willing to bow in front of the horses and horses;
Car dust and horses are a matter for the obvious, but wine calendula branches are for the poor.

If the rich and the poor are compared, one is on the ground and the other is on the sky;

If poverty is compared to chariots and horses, he has to drive and I have to be free...

Seeing that Fenglinyuan listened carefully, Mingyue suddenly smiled: "I didn't write it, it was written by a talented man named Tang Yin, and there are two sentences behind it, others laugh at me as crazy, I laugh at others who can't see through; I don't see Wuling In the tomb of heroes, there are no flowers and no wine to hoe to make a field."

Fenglinyuan smiled faintly, in fact, his mind was not distracted by the poem, but just looking at Mingyue's idle appearance, he found it precious.

"He is indeed a talented scholar. The style of the whole poem is elegant and handsome, and the meaning is mellow and profound. Although it describes flowers, peaches, wine, drunk and other fragrant words, there is no vulgarity, but it makes people feel enlightened."

Mingyue nodded in agreement.

"He is the best painter I have ever seen who described peach blossoms! There is a poem written like this, 'I will not board the boat of the emperor, nor will I go to Chang'an. The sky is full." This kind of secluded life is tasted now, and it is so precious."

I used to live in the metropolis and didn't know the so-called paradise or the so-called seclusion in the mountains. Now after experiencing life and death, I realize that these unobtainable lives are the most yearning.

Fenglinyuan helped her fill up the wine again, it was such a simple request but he couldn't afford it.

"Master, didn't you ever think about turning back?" He lowered his eyes and asked softly, not daring to look directly into her eyes.

Never thought about it, never looked back.

Talking about this topic is a bit hypocritical, Mingyue's eyes moved and said: "Fenglinyuan, let's go to the furnace!"

The topic changed a little quickly: "Master is going to find Sword House?"

"Well, the furnace is where the swordsmith's weapons are forged, right?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go there!"

The furnace of the underworld is a basin with sharp mountains on all sides, and it looks like a furnace from the shape.

The basin is surrounded by magma, and flowing fiery red magma can be seen from under the cracked surface.

The outside world is a world of ice and snow, and entering there is like entering a stove, and it will be hot and sweaty immediately.

Entering from the entrance, you can see many abandoned sword mounds, and various weapons are inserted in the ground.

At the foot of the roadside mountain or by the magma pool, there are countless sword furnaces forged from magma. Most of the sword furnaces have a flag next to it, indicating which shop it is.

Many ghosts are carrying ore and forging iron.

Some blacksmiths use their own fists, while others burn iron with their own spraying.

There was the sound of clanging iron and whistling flames inside.

Many ghosts who came to buy weapons compared each other and went on shopping, the sound of bargaining and the sound of comparison stimulated comparison.

Before coming in, Mingyue held the Elegy sword in her hand, if the sword was there, she would definitely recognize the Elegy sword, and it would save her from looking for him.

However, there are countless sword furnaces, and people who buy weapons are constantly coming and going, and the bright moon has been around for a long time, but no one has taken the initiative to talk to them.

Kong Yinxue went to one of the sword stoves, and asked the swordsmith ghost: "Excuse me, do you know where the swordsmith in Daojianzhai is?"

"What sword shop? My sword is the sharpest in the furnace, brother, do you want to buy it?"

After asking several companies, no one knew Daojianzhai.

After walking for a whole morning without finding anything, they passed by a huge sword stove at noon, and an unknown object was kicked out of it. Fenglinyuan blocked Mingyue from behind, and a dilapidated little ghost rolled in front of them.

Wearing tattered clothes, his face was pale, and his eyes were dark. After rolling around twice, he stepped forward and said, "Please sell me that sword!"

(End of this chapter)